Gubbins is back and I have a pair of bright, shiny new Asics sneakers on to celebrate the sports store’s return.
Gubbins is back and I have a pair of bright, shiny new Asics sneakers on to celebrate the sports store’s return.
When was the last time you saw the tail of a white-tailed deer? They no longer seem to care about the human presence at all.
There has been all too much clinging going on in this family.
It says “Forever” on our stamps, and we say we live in the UNITED States, but I wonder. East Hamptoners, though, give me hope.
The Star last week called it Sammy’s Beach, on Three Mile Harbor, when, in fact, the correct name is Sammis, as in the local family that lived there.
When a campus visit becomes an urban tasting tour that smacks the complacency out of your mouth.
Watching people running at each other like careening trucks while safe in the comfort of one’s own home is probably something to atone for, and yet football is “as American as apple pie.”
It was toward the end of the 2014 Hamptons International Film Festival, and I had been asked to be a juror in the documentary film competition.
Netflix’s documentary series “Wrestlers” gets at the real America — you know, the oddball, likable one.
Such is the lot of the personal essayist: Sometimes you have to lead with “I.”
Directed onto a heat-oppressed dog, a box fan does double duty as Proustian madeleine.
Having spent a lifetime looking at fabrics and trying to imagine what it felt like to live in the material world while wearing a dress of dimity or cambric or society silk, I have gotten pretty good at recognizing what era a print or pattern is from.
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